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lucidfairies · 6 days ago

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— mess around (part four)

part one • part two • part three

synopsis: it wasn't everyday you moved to the south, surrounded by cowboys and their women, but here you were, and your new neighbor simply couldn't get any more enticing

pairing: rancher!sevika x married housewife!reader

warnings: cheating, divorce, angsty but also lots of fluff, borderline abusive, husband throws a chair, threatens to kill r, r is not physically harmed in any way, baddie sevika saves the day, husband's life is threatened, Sevika shoots him, no smut, the L word is dropped 😫

a/n: this one's a vastly different from the others and if it includes things you're not comfy with, just know you get divorced !

wc: 2.4k

You were crying where you sat at your kitchen table. They almost felt like alligator tears - fake, controlled, obtrusive. You were the one presenting him with the papers after all - why did you deserve to cry? You chose this, you spent weeks thinking about this, it was the clear option.

But quickly, when you took your seat, waves of regret rolled through you. You remembered your wedding day, and your honeymoon. Your first date, and what it felt like to move into an apartment together. It was hard to remember how those events became tarnished by the actions of your husband when you were sad like this.

Your wedding day was nothing like you had hoped. You didn’t get the dress you wanted, and the decorations didn’t go as planned. Your husband planned the honeymoon, chasing golf and all inclusive hotels, even though you had asked for something completely different. Begged, even. Moving into your first apartment led to you sleeping at local family homes after a massive fight over what color to paint the cabinets.

This was never going to work out. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

You also had to sit with the fact that you hurt him. He had a dream, and you knew it going in. He longed for a nice, pretty wife, in a nice, pretty home, with a bus full of kids. He wanted everything any man in America wanted. And you thought you did too.

That was, of course, until you met Sevika.

Sevika was different from your husband, in a million ways. She made you feel deep emotions that you hadn’t come close to touching when with your husband. She cared for you, and wondered about you, took you on dates and checked in on you even when she knew you were with your husband. She cared. Care wasn’t a feeling you often felt with your husband.

Several days leading up to this moment in your kitchen had felt like a blur. You often sat and stared at a wall, trying to decide if this was the best choice. It was terrible, but you always wondered what life would be like if you never told your husband and never saw Sevika again, and simply carried on life how it was before she entered it.

But that wasn’t possible. Not now. Not after she had shown you and done to you the things she had. You were different now, a changed woman even. She had wedged herself into your life and now there was no going back, no matter how much you sought out normalcy.

You had sex with your husband more, tried deeply to feel as good as you did with Sevika. Went out to dinner with him, talked about baby names with him. Anything to make life feel like it had. But a chill crept up your spine every time- her chill. Sex with her. Dinner with her. Baby names with her.

And knowing that, this was clearly the correct choice.

Sevika doubted you would ever find it in yourself to do what you were doing, and she didn’t know currently that you were doing it. She had longed for everything that the two of you had, aside from the crippling factor of it. She longed to keep you at home, have children with you, be with you for the rest of her life, and it was wrong.

All of this was wrong. She was never supposed to fall like this. It was always her, the ranch, her dog, and nothing more. Up until now, she believed that she needed nothing more. She was slow to realize that, the only way she could feel normal now, was when your scent tracked around her house, and your clothes found purchase on her floor -

When you laughed at her jokes, fucking giggled. Admired her horses in the stables, learned to mount them with her, made her earth stuttering meals and let her take you out and buy you nice things. It was normal, when she watched you prance around her house and lay upon her furniture, telling her about your favorite tv programs and your favorite songs.

Every song you had listened to had become her favorite song. She migrated from her heavier music to the slow, lyrical stuff that you liked. All the things she insisted were bullshit. ‘Why would anyone listen to this?’ She had first said to Jinx when she played songs you mentioned. But deep down in her chest, a warm feeling erupted, poured out of her and crept through every bone and muscle in her body.

It was you. You were situated in her now, and no matter how hard she tried, you would never be gone.

The table felt larger now that you were at it alone. You had moved the flowers from the center, in order to see your husband promptly when he came into the room. You had envisioned this moment a thousand times now, and here you were. He would sit across from you, you would hand him the papers, he would cry, and then it would be over.

But unfortunately for you, that’s not how it went.

The sound of the lock turning is what made your head shoot up. He was home, now was the time. He yelled to you, a kind hello, but you averted an answer, deciding on simply calling him into the kitchen. Your plan was progressing smoothly. He sat down at the table as you knew he would, and you slid the papers to him.

He had asked what they were, and you simply instructed him to open them, wiping a stray tear from your eye. He opened them and began to read. And read, and read, and read. He sat there for minutes, reading the sheets of paper. But he didn’t cry.

“No,” he said simply, shrugging, shutting the folder, and sliding it back over to you. You glared at him, brows knit. “You're nothing without me. You don't have a job. I kept you here because you can't leave. You have nowhere to go.”

“That's not true,” you pushed. “I have more family than you've ever had,” you spat back, pushing up from the table. “I'm not just some helpless, stupid woman, y'know.”

“I wouldn't be so sure,” he laughed at you. “How are you getting north with no money, babe?” The worst part is that he was right. You had no money and no work. But, you had family, and they could come and get you. “Exactly. So shut the fuck up and stay in your place.” You looked at him disgusted.

“Have you, genuinely, ever tried shutting the fuck up?” Your tone raised as anger pooled in you. “All you do is talk and talk about yourself and what you want and how everything revolves around you. There's a lot more to the world than a mediocre white man.” You could feel the anger pouring off of him.

“What did I just fucking say? Stop acting like a stupid whore,” he yelled back. Something told you to leave, get away from him and this, but you didn't. You stood your ground for as long as you could.

“This is why I'm ending things. You're terrible to me,” you were yelling now, harshness overtaking your body as your pent up feelings raged. “You do nothing, you treat me like shit, this is the worst relationship I've ever put myself in. You're awful.”

With a shriek, you jumped back as he lifted a chair and threw it at the fridge. “Keep talking like a bitch and I'm gonna smash your head into the fucking wall.” Slowly, you backed up, still keeping a safe distance from him. “Where the fuck do you think you're going?” He yelled as your pace quickened.

You knew what needed to be done, and without any further hesitation, you turned and ran. “Get the fuck back here,” he yelled after you, running to catch up.

He was taller than you by a large margin. If you hadn't been several yards away from him when you began running, he could've easily overtaken you, and most likely dragged you back inside. You didn't want to think of what he would do to you if he had caught you.

Fortunately, you didn't have to. You ran with all your strength across the street, banging hard and fast on Sevika's door. He was getting closer, and quick. She threw the door open, looking quickly between you and the angry man running towards you both, and immediately pulled you inside.

What you had failed to notice the other times you had been here was that Sevika kept a gun by her front door. And right now, she didn't fail to use it. Or at least threaten to use it.

“If you take one step closer I'll blow y’r fuckin’ brains out,” she spat towards him, shotgun propped up and aimed effortlessly at his head. “And I'm warnin’ you, pretty boy, I got a real good aim.”

“You think I'm afraid of a little dyke like you?” He yelled. Sevika shot.

She missed his head by a narrow margin, but it was on purpose. The bullet blew through the tip of his ear, blasting it off. “One more fuckin’ word and you're dead. Get off my property.” With a bloody grip on his ear, he ran back to your previous home with tears in his eyes.

He was gone. You were almost free. One signature was all it took for you to be a free woman, and knowing Sevika and your husband, he would undoubtedly sign it - even if it meant she had to hold her gun to his head.

You trickled down into a ball on the ground when Sevika shut the door. The moment had overtaken you, but you were quickly ripped back to the real world when she sat the gun down. If it weren't for her, you could be dead right now, and the feeling took over your body rapidly.

She joined you on the floor, pulling you into a tight hug and stroking your hair. “Y’r safe now, sugar, I ain't gonna hurt you like him.” You sobbed into her chest, probably, disgustingly, covering her in tears and snot. It was clear, though, that she didn't care. She didn't stop holding you until you had calmed down slightly.

She carried you to her living room and sat you down on the couch, ignoring your insistence on your ability to walk. She brought you tissues and water, joining you on the couch. “Now, you ain't gotta tell me what happened, peach, but I'd like to know why I almost just killed a man.” You sniffled, wiping your nose on your sleeve.

“I gave him divorce papers,” more tears fled, “he threw a chair a-and told me that I'm nothing without him and I h-have nowhere to go,” you broke down again, curling into a ball on her sofa. “He called me a stupid whore.”

“Oh sweet thing,” she moved from her position on the couch to come to yours, pulling you in once again. You unraveled, clinging to her as you cried. “You ain't stupid and you ain't a whore, and most importantly, you ain't those two things combined.” You punched out a laugh through your tears, but an overwhelming feeling of guilt took you over.

“But I am,” you cried. “I cheated on my husband, there's no word to describe me other than whore.” Sevika sighed, grasp on you tightening.

“Cheatin’ on someone who doesn't love you don't make you a whore, angel. You jus’ needed a change.” You gave her a small nod, letting yourself enjoy the feeling of being connected to her for a few moments before responding.

“What now?” You didn't expect answers from her. But you craved to know something about what would happen moving forward. You would have to go home, retrieve your papers and your things, somehow get them back north.

“Come live with me,” her voice was laced with nervousness, the feeling of being unsure not one that she felt very often. “Just during the transition. If ya’ hate it I'll help y’move back north. Promise.” Warmth bloomed in your chest at the thought.

“That sounds nice,” you smiled up at her, and before you could help it, you leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Thank you, Sevika. For everything.” She chuckled.

“Baby I ain't done nothin’ other than steal you from y’r husband.” You shook your head, sitting up to protest her.

“I would've left him regardless. You gave me a taste of what a genuine relationship feels like, not just some nuclear poster board one. You made me feel things that I've never felt before, you made me feel loved, and I love you for it, and..” you stopped immediately when you realized what you had said. You love her for it.

“You ain't gotta say nothin’ you don't mean, darlin’.” She said, awkwardly. You couldn't have possibly meant it, not to her. You were sad and probably not thinking straight after having your life threatened.

You moved away from her on the couch to face her. “I do mean it. These past few months you've made me feel things that nobody has made me feel before, I really, really like you Sev, and I think that a piece of me, actually, more than a piece of me loves you, too.” You met her eyes, fear ridden in yours. This fear didn't feel the same as it did with your husband. That fear felt as if he was going to hurt you, this fear - this fear was of the what ifs. What if you were just sex to her? What if it meant nothing?

“C’mere,” she dragged you into her lap, hands resting respectfully on your waist. “I love you too, sugar. But that don't mean nothin’ in the scheme of things. I'm not gonna keep you here jus’ cus I got a crush on you. If you need a leave or go back north, you say the word, y’hear me?”

With a wide smile and a cock of your head, you leaned in and kissed her, this one meaning more than any other kiss you'd have in your lifetime. “I hear you, Vika.” She couldn't resist smiling.

This was all she ever wanted, and she got it. And no matter what she said - she was never letting you go. You were hers now, and she was yours.

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lucidfairies · 6 days ago

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— mess around (part three)

part one • part two • part four

synopsis: it wasn't everyday you moved to the south, surrounded by cowboys and their women, but here you were, and your new neighbor simply couldn't get any more enticing

pairing: rancher!sevika x married housewife!reader

warnings: cheating (r and husband), dom!sevika, sub!reader, phone sex, one arm sevika, masturbation (fingering), dirty talk, sevika's fantasies mentioned briefly

a/n: I know you guys really want a divorce and I promise it's in the next part it's already written 🙏 but we need a little more plot first !

w/c: 3.4k

The week had been different without you here. Your presence called Sevika, even when you weren't with her. Just seeing you in the morning w\en you got your mail, or when you got home from running errands and she offered to carry on your groceries. Little things that were different when you were away.

You had told her what was happening - you were going to your brother-in-law's wedding, and your husband insisted on making a short vacation out of it. She didn't even remember where the wedding was behind held; the night you were explaining it, she had just fucked you so hard that she couldn't focus on anything but the sight of her strap in your cunt.

It was rough.

But, now that she was back to her senses, it was hard for her to imagine anything but you in a white gown, walking down the aisle towards her. You never spoke of your wedding to her, and what she'd seen from her time in your house, you had no pictures of it.

It made her wonder if you ever had a do over, would you like it more? She would've made any of your hopes and dreams of a wedding come true if it made you happy, made you want to decorate your home with pictures from it.

You were far from having the time of your life. Your husband had left you hours ago to go do groomsmen things, leaving you alone in a large hotel, in a boring town you had never been in before. You didn't have to agree to this. You wondered why you did in the first place, you knew it was going to be like this.

But, you powered through nonetheless. When the time came, you slipped on your dress and did your hair and makeup to a T, finishing the look with tall heels and a handbag. You had already decided on your plan - you would attend the ceremony, briefly peek into the reception to wish them congratulations, and then steadily leave. Weddings were not your thing anymore, not since yours was ruined.

Everything got to you quickly. Your dress was irritating, your heels were uncomfortable, the gems on the strap of your handbag were digging into your shoulder. Your plan was definitely going to happen, there was no way you could live like this longer than two hours.

Their ceremony was gorgeous. Similar to the one you had hoped for. It was outside, facing the water, and they had string lights that decorated the trees. The sun was beginning to set as it began, and by the time it was finished, dusk had reached its peak. The bride's dress was large and detailed and gorgeous, the bridesmaids were dressed in a series of her favorite colors.

You could've cried.

Luckily, though, you didn't. You did what you were aiming to do, wishing them a kind congratulations and giving your husband a mediocre excuse before leaving and going back up to your room. The room was on the highest floor of the hotel, and it overlooked the water and where the ceremony had been. You could see the reception taking place, but you didn't feel called to return.

Instead, you rid yourself of your dress and heels, tossed your bag to the side, and let out the semi-decent hairstyle that you had put in. Now you were more comfortable, but still with nothing to do.

You glanced over at the night stand where your phone was plugged in, and you remembered how Sevika had given you her phone number weeks prior. That called you.

You moved away from the hotel vanity and plopped down on the bed, unplugging your phone and searching through your contacts to find her name. You weren't in your usual time zone, but you hoped she wouldn't be disturbed. You didn't bother figuring out what time it was at home.

You clicked the video call button and it rang several times before she appeared on screen. You wondered if you had disrupted her, especially since she was in her bed and rolled over, looking back at you. “Hi Vika,” you said, timidly. “Did I wake you? I can hang up. I don’t want to bother you.” She chuckled, voice deeper than it tended to be, sleepier.

“You couldn’t be a bother if you banged on pots and pans at two in the mornin’, peach.” Blush crept up your neck and chest, kissing your cheeks, and you knew she could tell. “You don’t look like you’re at a wedding reception, sugar. How’s it going?” With a sigh, you rolled onto your stomach and propped the phone up.

“I’m bored out of my mind. Not that I only call when I’m bored. I simply find you enjoyable to talk to. But, my husband is off dancing with other women, I know nobody, and it’s dark, so I can’t walk around town. I miss home. I miss you.” Sevika could’ve doubled over at the insinuation that those two things were connected. Her and home. She wasn’t ever going to tell anyone this, but you felt like her home as well.

“Well, home ain’t felt the same without you. Had to tell your neighbors where you were, they missed y’r company at Sunday dinner,” she smiled, envisioning how much of a delight you must be to have over regularly, during the day, when other people were allowed to see you together. “Was the ceremony nice? You mentioned somethin’ about it bein’ everythin’ you wished for last week. Wanna hear about it.”

You groaned at the slight idea of it, and didn’t hesitate to talk her ear off. You went into extravagantly small detail about what your dream wedding was, and how it correlated to theirs. You let it split that your husband didn’t let you choose anything, and Sevika’s heart stung for you. It was easy to talk to her, about anything really.

“What’s y’r favorite flower?” Sevika asked, when you mentioned that they had an intricate flower set up. When you told her, she hummed with a smirk. “When you get back, come to my garden. I have dozens of ‘em. I’ll even make you a bouquet.”

Sevika had to change the subject. She couldn’t bear the thought of you walking down the aisle in everything she could possibly give you - your dream dress, dream ceremony, dream bouquet. It was physically harming her, to keep thinking of you like this. She was just about ready to explode.

“So, Vika,” you broke the silence, dragging out your ‘o’. “How’s your week been? Tell me about it.” She smiled at your immediate need to fill the silence with something about her.

“I’ve seen Jinx and them a few times, went for drinks. They asked about you, wanna know when y’r comin’ around again. Told ‘em I’d take it up with the mrs.” She winked at you, and the feeling of being called her ‘mrs’ was one of beauty. “Fixed up my car, worked on my arm, the usual.” She adjusted the phone so that you could see her better, leaning back against the headboard with her phone low in her hand.

The spot where her other arm would be was out, no mechanics attached to it. You looked at the sight for a while, marveling at how, even without an arm, she managed to keep her shoulder built. “Sev, can I ask you something?” You met her eyes.

“There was a bombing at my ol’ job,” she responded, calmly. “Took that puppy clean off. I ain’t been back to work since.” There was a hint of vulnerability in her words. It hurt her to explain to others. She perceived herself and she knew others perceived her as a strong woman who could easily do anything she wanted, and the idea of her not working was one that made her erupt in embarrassment. “I’m thinkin’ about goin’ back, though.”

“You’re brave, Sevika,” you spoke softly, and the gentleness of her tone tugged at her heart, tears welling in her eyes. She wiped them before you could see. “I mean it. I don’t think I could ever go back to work anywhere after something like that.”

“Well ain’t you just the sweetest,” she laughed, trying to mask her true emotion. “I appreciate it, sweetheart. Truly. But I gotta get off my ass one of these days.” This was deeply embarrassing for her, the entire thing. Here she was, blabbing to a woman who probably didn’t really like her about real life problems, that made her sound like some lazy bitch chasing a disability check.

“Well, maybe I can help you job search when I get back? My mom used to do that for a living, I know how. I know it must be hard, since you’re old and all.” You took a playful dig, trying to diffuse the awkward energy you felt from the kindness of the comment you made.

Sevika broke out laughing, head thrown back. A gorgeous sound, one that didn’t frequently bless your ears. “I’m five years older than you!” She protested, still laughing. “I can job search on my own if you’re gon’ act like that.” You rolled your eyes, doing your best to contain your grin.

“I wish I was there with you right now,” you said quietly, making the conversion take a somber turn. “This whole night has been terrible. God, my dress was the worst thing I could’ve brought. Oh my god, and my handbag! It was digging into my shoulder and-” she cut you off, but truthfully you didn’t mind.

“What’re you wearin’ now? ‘m sure you looked beautiful, bunny.” In that moment, you felt the mood switch. And honestly, that’s why you called her in the first place, deep down. The way you talked was amazing and you craved more of it, but every time you were in her presence there was a drag of tingly feelings that erupted in your pelvis.

It was that name, truly. It worked the same on you as some of the others she had - the special ones, that she only used when she had you as putty in her hands. Baby, bunny, pretty girl.

“Thank you,” you propped the phone up and crawled out of the bed, presenting her with your body. “My husband didn't make any comments about how I looked,” you sighed. That wasn't what Sevika was concerned with, though. With a lick of her bottom lip, she scanned your body as you did a twirl, taking in your oversized shirt and lack of pants.

Your panties were pink, and she longed to add them to her collection. She kept the pair that you stripped every time you came over, but she washed them, so you always had a clean pair to leave in. To your surprise, the action didn't creep you out as much as you thought it would, or at all.

“Well he's fucking crazy,” she said, eyes drilling into where the shirt was riding up on your hip. “You're gorgeous,” she was trying hard to control herself, but you simply looked breathtaking. “Fuck, I wish I could touch you. Wish you were here, sugar.” you giggled.

“Well I'll be home soon enough.” You felt strange promising yourself to a woman when you were married. But at the same time, it felt so right. “Then you can touch me all you want.” Sevika sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, tilting her head back with a smirk before rolling over on her side and propping up her phone.

“You can't be sayin’ shit like that to me, sweetheart.” Her voice dropped an octave, her smooth and sexy tone coming out, that she only used when she planned on fucking you within an inch of your life.

“Why's that?” You said sweetly, climbing back into the bed and using one of the millions of spare pillows to prop up your phone in front of you. You were laid back against the headboard, pillow propping up your phone just enough that it gingerly caught the sight of your hips as you sat with your knees to the side in front of it.

“You really like testin’ me, don'tcha peach?” you nodded with a smile. “Why don't you show me what you've got underneath that shirt, huh?” You pretended to think about it for a moment before shifting onto your knees in front of the phone and dragging your shirt slowly over your head.

You were still teasing her - the camera angle was still just barely showing the width of your hips, so she couldn't get a good look of the dip between your thighs. The bra you were wearing matched your panties; it was a soft material in a similar light pink, and without the shirt, Sevika drooled over the high cut of your panties, the combination making your figure look lethal.

“How's that?” You couldn't contain your giggles, teasing her being so much fun. The way her eyes darkened and drilled into your skin like lasers made your stomach flutter.

“Fuck,” she groaned. “When you get home 'm gonna fuck you till you can't speak.” Sevika couldn't understand why this was affecting her so much. You were sitting in a bra and panties, it wasn't like you were nude and bent over. “Take off your bra, sweet thing. Let me see you.”

Your heart was thrumming as you reached behind and unclasped your bra. You didn't strip it immediately, you slid the straps over your shoulders and down the top of your arms, taking it slow. She watched you, eyes darting between each strap until you had it off. Her clit was beating more than it ever had, she was convinced.

It came to her suddenly why you were making her feel this way so dramatically: you were in control. She could tell you to fuck yourself on your fingers, stick your panties in your mouth, bend over, but at the end of the day, you still had her wrapped around your finger. It was your choice how slow you shed your bra, your choice on what you did and how you did it. She was living for it.

“How far’r you tryna go, pretty?” With a hand sliding up to your tit, you cocked your head at her.

“As far as you want to, Vika.” You rolled your nipple between your fingers, putting on an all time show for her. Your head lolled back and you let out a breathy moan, rolling your hips forward against nothing.

The simple pinch didn't make you feel as much as you seemed like it did, but you longed for Sevika to look at you the way she was. “Play with your tits for me, baby. Think about my mouth on them.” That part was easy. Sevika's lips fit perfectly around your nipple, and the feelings she elicited from you made you incredibly wet.

“Sev,” you moaned, each hand on either tit while you ground your hips. You whimpered, bouncing slightly to make it look as if you were riding her cock.

“Take off your panties, princess. Show me your pretty pussy,” with a whine from the lack of attention to your tits, you slid your panties from your legs and shifted the camera as you laid back. The angle was phenomenal - your pussy was in front of her and you were laid out, biting your lip as you waited for further instructions. “Oh, she's so pretty. My pretty bunny.” You rolled your hips towards her, spreading your lips so that she could see the slick drenching your folds with a moan.

“Wanna see you,” you insisted, and to your surprise, she did as asked. She copied your camera angled, propping a pillow up between her legs and stripping herself of her pajama pants. It left her in a wife pleaser and a pair of boxers, down turned gaze dark as she watched your movements.

“Tease y’r clit, angel. Show me how a good girl does it.” You let out a whine again, her dirty words causing a flood between your legs. You teased your clit, rubbing it gently and making sure she got a show. Your circles were slow, making your need grow as she looked at you like her next meal. “Show me how you needa get fucked, sugar plum.”

You wasted no time pushing the first knuckle of your finger in, going knuckle by knuckle until you were bottomed out inside of yourself. You were quick to find that it wasn't enough, and you joined it with a second finger promptly. You started slow, but with the way Sevika spoke to you and the way your fingers felt against your g spot, you couldn't keep the pace.

“That's it, that's what my pretty girl needs,” she said as your speed grew rapid. You were hitting just right, other hand pinching your nipple as you relived the night you had with her weeks ago. When you gazed down, you noticed her large hand under her boxers, wrist moving in slow circles. She caught your eye with a smirk. “Oh baby, you feel so good.” She moaned, trying to fuck with your head.

And, well, it worked. Your heart beat faster and your stomach grew tight, somehow going faster than you were before. “Vika, need you,” you whimpered, back arching from the bed as your eyes rolled back.

“That's it my girl, cum all over your fingers for me. Y’r gon’ get fucked so good when you get home, fuck, y’r the best girl in the world,” she groaned, her own cunt clenching around her fingers. She accent always got thicker when she got close, arousal clouding her mind as she imagined you there with her, letting her fuck you any way she wanted.

She had thought about that deeply. She spent nights awake fantasizing about things you could do to you - dirty things that she wouldn't ever tell you until you brought them up to her. She thought about tying you down to her bed and leaving you there, fucking you whenever and wherever she wanted to, tying up your husband and forcing him to watch her fuck your brains out. She wanted to gag you and spank you and see how your pliant body reacted to everything. She could admit that she thought about it far too much.

You came with a rush, like a band snapping in your stomach, drenching your fingers and the bed beneath you. Sevika cooed at you, but she was busy pulling herself to her own orgasm, and you were delighted that you got to watch. You met her eyes and slid your fingers from within you, bringing them to your lips and sucking your cum off of them. You stuck your tongue out, rolling it around your fingers just to make sure they were extra clean.

She got louder as she got close, and she fell over the edge with a deep groan. “You're so good baby, such a good girl.” She moaned, obsessed with the idea of your submission. Her orgasm was something that she had never given herself, and it was fucking mine blowing.

You slipped your panties back on, not bothering with the bra as you threw your shirt back over your head. Sevika sucked her fingers clean as you did, except she made no effort to make it sensual. It simply was. “You look mighty fine, peach.” She smiled.

“Why thank you, Sevy,” you smiled back, bringing the phone to you as you rolled on your side. “You certainly made my day better. I can't wait to see you again.” You mimicked her smile. She was truly beautiful.

“I can't wait either, princess. I ain't never liked someone the way I like you.” Your heart fluttered. For longer than a moment, the thought of leaving your husband danced in your brain.

Your lovely moment was abruptly cut short when the room door opened, and your husband stumbled in with a woman on his arm. You hung up the phone without a second thought or warning, shooting up from the bed and looking at him with fire in your eyes.

He said your name, releasing the girl and stumbling towards you. You moved out of the way, letting him fall onto the bed and dismissed the girl. And for a moment, you just looked at him. This was your life, this was your husband. A man who comes back to the hotel drunk with another woman, and you were immediately faced with the reality that you were just as bad.

Truthfully, that was disturbing.

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